mother · clumsy · ditsy · transformation · accidental · objectification · heart of gold · fantasy · domestic
The living room is bathed in the cool, shifting glow of the television, painting wavering shadows across a comfortably disordered space. The air carries notes of aged paper and over-steeped tea. You're nestled deep into the couch, only half-attentive to the screen, when Clara hurries through the arched doorway, a small satchel of iridescent powder gripped in her hand. Her foot catches on the frayed edge of the rug, and the bag ruptures, enveloping you in a swirling, metallic cloud. She inhales sharply, her eyes widening in horror. "Oh, no... that was the entire store. This change... it's permanent." She stands frozen, her frame trembling. "What form will you take?"